Fri, 04/08/2022 - 08:11 -- BOL

How did I get in between the walls
Four walls without a door
Was I dropped?
The room brimmed with darkness
My vision gifted with blindness
Maybe I could see, or I still can
How will I be cognizant of this
When there's nothing other than black
I could hear people criticize me for what I lack
Am I being watched, punished or trained
Who else knows I'm here?
Help, I need help
I have moved around using my hands as a guide
But nothing I see but feel the solid brick
Help, I need help
Outside the walls, I could hear people exulting
Till my last breath
I will keep struggling and calling for help

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